skimming grassy knolls laced with winter frost. a press of hoof into soil
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the girl outside the bar [a poem]
Crisp air pulls across chrysanthemum curls…
Finishing a Novel for NaNoWriMo2021: How’s it going to end?
It’s another year, another November, and NaNoWriMo is here. I’m about nine days too late for writing this introduction post, but better late than never, right?
Today is the Day Sirens Scream [a poem]
She slips into something more comfortable, a beaming grin with sly eyes and slinks…
Life During COVID-19 in SF: Feeling Fall, A Month of Halloween Vibes and Writing More
In this post I reflect on Fall in SF, Halloween Vibes, and refocusing on writing after the wild events of the last few months.